moves and new skills

Well, I've been quite busy lately. Aside from trying to figure out what magic spell is required for blogger to let me into this page...which apparently is quite the long drawn out process...

I moved my ritual room from downstairs where the t.v. blares and the people walk through (comment: Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you...) upstairs in the room that the unpleasant houseguests (more later) have vacated. It was thoroughly cleansed physically and spiritually and then I set about lugging the furniture and bric-a-brac and all the oddments I have managed to collect over the years up the steps. Laundry baskets have a multitude of uses. I had much joy and creative fun arranging everything. The old room grew in an unplanned organic process (read messy) and there were things in there that I just had no place else for...but no use for in ritual. So, the new room was a clean slate. Everything has a purpose and a place - for now. I tend toward chaos so this neatness may be quite temporary. I made discoveries in the trunk wherein I store much of my "stuff" and found things I had made years ago and thought they were junk at the time. But, given that I had put such effort into them (you see why I tend toward chaos) I saved them. Some of them actually ended up on the walls. There was a brief discussion of painting the walls with Goddess symbols. I'm not too sure I want to do that. I'm not really the best at painting freehand and I don't think they sell the kind of stenclis we would need at the local home improvement store. So, that is on hold until I meet an artist who would like to create. They used to have traveling mural painters in the Victorian era...hmmm.

We had our last Elements of magic class...where we actually teach something...and it was quite a good one. I was a little worried as the Fire class kinda fell flat. Students who insist they can't sense energy.... So, I wasn't holding out much hope for Center which I have always found to to far more difficult to pin down than energy. But, the Goddess of Communication was with us and we were quite pleased with the discussion and the exercises. We told the story of Stone Soup and we all brought something to put in the soup we made. It was good. Better later probably, but Chris doesn't save stuff like that??? So, anyway, we also tried a two voice trance. Unplanned as to what would be said exactly...had an idea, of course, but not anything written down. And as shushed Chris when he started drumming...I didn't mean he should stop just not so loud...but he stopped. And he started doing what I had sone during the May Day trance. A kind of back voice. It worked awsomely well. Or so we were told by the students. I was more impressed with not having written anything down, just knew where we were trying to go. And we didn't get lost and I remembered to include a bit about the trance is over now, come back to your body when you're ready sort of thing. Lovely.

And then there was that annoying little feeling that I should go up and try to get the attic back in order. See when my unpleasant houseguests arrived they put all the stuff from that room up in the attic. A trap door sort of entrance. And I knew that the stuff was all right around the door and it wouldn't open or close properly. So, last Sunday, as the rain came down, I went up into the attic. Well, I began to move the pile of stuff from around the door and realized that they had quite literally thrown this stuff up here. I sorted through it and bagged stuff to give away and stuff to continue to keep (Might as well get that done at the same time. No point in just moving it from place to place repeatedly.) While trying to get to the bottom of the pile, I had to sort my way through all the stuff that was on the floor everywhere...there was no floor space on which to walk without being in constant danger of twisting an ankle. I quickly realized that they had gone through everything in my attic. Bags of clothes torn open and strewn around on the floor, quilt my great grandmother made on the floor (the only reason it is not is use is because it is too fragile to be cleaned, it was stored in a plastic quilt bag), toys and games all over the place and the boxes they were in broken, photographs, dishes, you name it, it was pulled out and left in the middle of the floor. A mess! And then I discovered my Christmas ornaments! Each box had been meticulously packed and labeled with content and *antique very fragile*, *fragile*, or *unbreakable* according to whether it was or not. I know because I did that. Some of these ornaments belonged to my great grandparents. Some were my grandparents and some were my parents. A few were mine. The boxes had all been moved, broken and piled up in a very unstable fashion. And dangerous too. See, I had placed the boxes in order of use. If I don't use them, they were in the back, if I do they were in the front. They were also piled according to sturdiness, unbreakable on the bottom, fragile and then antique fragile on top. They were not only not piled like that any more, the boxes were broken (those ream of paper boxes with the lids that fit so nice) and not on or on the wrong box, boxes half inside of other boxes. I cannot give word to the mayhem although I am trying. I am not finished with the process of resorting all the ornaments but the other stuff is done. For the ornaments I need to get new boxes. I was furious! No boundaries at all. No wonder they are unhappy. I would be unhappy too if I had no boundaries and thought no one else did either. What exactly did they think they were doing? Well, it is over and the pieces are still being picked up. I am an active learner. The Multiverse must want to be absolutely certain I have learned this lesson to the piont that I will NEVER FORGET!

Just as a little aside, I heard a t.v. ad the other day that said "if you know someone who suffers from death" call this attorney. "Suffers from death"?? I thought that was really funny. I'll have to inquire of my friends and acquaitances and see if any of them are suffering from death. I know just where they can go to sue someone over this outrage.